Because it’s too late…

Thank you, Dad.
Your gift has taken my life away.
And you allowed it,
that SHE would get in so deep.
Now I can only wave at you
from the ship of your dreams.
Dreams that turned into nightmares.
But before you knew about it,
it was too much too late.

Do not cry now.
You know, mother will always be with you
and she’ll sing you the lullaby.
Do not worry.
Be patient.
The time will come soon.
I will come.
And I’m going to drag you down to the bottom.
Like the anchor dragged this damn ship down.
Ship from your nightmares.

Thank you, Dad.

© W. Donovan